-Don? Du Fu
In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.
For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.
When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .
moonlit night
-Don? Liu
The moonlight is half deep, and the Beidou is dry and oblique.
I know that spring is blooming tonight, and insects are singing through the green screen window.
moonlit night
Song? Lu you
A little drunk wakes you up, the moon is full of beds, and the jade pot is too cold.
The wind suddenly sent lotus fragrance, and a leaf floated back to hometown.
moonlit night
-Don? wei yingwu
The bright moon flows in the spring city, and the dew accumulates fragrant grass.
It's nice to sit in an empty window with a clear and white scenery.
Picturesque scenery will hurt many people to get old.
moonlit night
Song? wen tianxiang
Clouds open in the middle of the month, and the broken bridge turns into a jade pagoda.
A crane sweeps the boat in the middle of the night, and it is suspected that it is breaking the fairy red cliff.
moonlit night
-Don? Huashan laoren
The sound of the stream is endless, and it is full of wild flowers.
I don't know when to go and when to come, and I often return to the empty mountains and the empty moon.
moonlit night
-Don? pass
The dew is cold and no one is full.
It smells like sailing against the current and looking at the white elm star.
The trees are surrounded by solitary magpies, and the windows fly with fireflies.
When I moved to Sue, I thought of harmony.
Yu Guangzhong
In childhood
Homesickness is a small stamp.
I'm here and my mother is there.
When I grow up
Homesickness is a narrow ticket.
I'm here and the bride is there.
We'll talk about it later.
Homesickness is a low grave.
I'm outside and my mother is inside.
But now
Homesickness is a shallow strait.
I am on this continent, on that side.
homesickness
Xi Murong
The song of my hometown is the flute of Qingyuan.
It always rings with the moon at night.
The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment.
Like waves in the fog
After separation
Homesickness is a tree without rings.
Never grow old.
homesickness
Aohongliang
Tears of missing hometown
Falling under the eaves of rainy days
In a bowl
fan li
Swallow into the stomach
Drunk and homesick
Drunk in a dream
Dreams are in the countryside.
This is a reed flute.
Sing in the hearts of homesick people